#07082018

[hannybstudies]

☆ 13 OF 100 DAYS OF PRODUCTIVITY

today I went to lunch with my brother, took a giant nap, filled my queue, and worked on my bullet journal for the upcoming week. a happy, lazy, yet productive sunday!

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[dubmill]

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

The day of my weekly trip to visit my mother in Streatham. Sometimes I take a succession of buses all the way there, but when I’m in more of a hurry I typically take the Tube to Stockwell, then the No. 50 bus to Streatham High Road. Today, as I waited outside Stockwell station to cross Clapham Road, I spotted two young women tying bunches of flowers to a lamp-post on the other side of the street. I knew immediately why they were doing it – a day or so before I had read in the Evening Standard that a woman had been killed in a hit-and-run incident there. Eyewitnesses said the car was speeding. It's not clear from reports so far if it went through a red light.

As I got closer I saw that one woman was crying. They both turned away and began to walk slowly up the road. I looked to see if there was anything attached to the lamp-post about the woman who died, but it was just flowers. The women turned to look back again, and I felt like saying something but decided it was none of my business. I spotted something about King’s College London on a bag, or perhaps a T-shirt one of them was wearing, and I wondered if they had all been students together. My bus went into service shortly after and I saw them on a corner, hugging. Perhaps they all lived in a house down that side street.

Still on the bus, not far from Streatham Hill station, some graffiti caught my eye. It was a tag that appeared to say ‘LOVER’, which I recognised as being the nickname used by one of the three young men who died at Loughborough Junction on 18 June. I’m not entirely sure it was done by the same person, because the design of the tag, incorporating a heart symbol, seemed to be different to other examples I found online, but perhaps he varied the design. Certainly, the location – outside the entrance to the rail depot at Streatham Hill – seemed to be the kind of place he would have gone to paint graffiti on the sides of trains and on walls by the tracks.

After leaving my mother’s at about 8:30 pm, I decided to walk back to the entrance to the rail depot on Sternhold Avenue, to take some photos of the graffiti. As forecast, following an unpleasantly hot and muggy day, it had clouded over. The skies, just after sunset, threatened imminent rain but looked pretty dramatic, and I reached the spot at just the right time to get a few shots in the fading light.

Further down Sternhold Avenue it did indeed start to rain. I persisted as far as Thornton Avenue, but the rain had become rather heavy, so I took shelter at a bus stop. I fancied a beer, so I pondered whether to take a 255 to Balham and the Wetherspoon’s there, or to take a 50 instead. Then it occurred to me that the 50 would pass by the Windmill on Clapham Common, a pub I used to go to sometimes in the 1980s when I lived nearby. As it happened, the 50 came first, so I decided to take it.

The Windmill was quite different to how I remembered it. The interior was uninviting, with nowhere to sit that seemed particularly quiet or comfortable. What hadn’t changed was the beer (Young’s), so I opted for the regular Young’s Bitter, which is a decent ale, but I was surprised at the price (£4.55), and while drinkable it wasn't on top form.

It was still raining, but there was covered seating out front, so I decided to drink my beer there. I felt like just looking at (and listening to) the rain. The only problem was the proximity of the table I chose to a noisy group of people sitting inside a kind of shack. Some of them soon left, but those remaining continued to make noise, in particular a man who started singing what appeared to be a humorous adaptation of Melanie’s ‘Brand New Key’. Then I remembered the Wurzels’ parody version, ‘Combine Harvester’, so more likely it was derived from that. Although I couldn’t make out what his improvised lyrics were saying, it was clear they didn’t scan properly with the melody line.

But irritating as it was, the noise was faint enough that I still quite enjoyed sitting there for half an hour or so, looking out over the darkening common, with the twinkling lights of the traffic on the nearby main road.

Having finished my drink, I walked to Clapham South station, from where I took the Northern line to Angel – I wanted to buy something at the branch of Tesco on Islington Green – and then caught a 341 back to Harringay.

Upstairs on the bus I noticed some people in the front seats. A heavily built, middle-aged woman, who I thought might be Dutch or German, was talking to a younger woman sitting next to her. The younger, Muslim woman – wearing a blue headscarf and perhaps in her late twenties – was asking the other woman about her work: evidently she was or had been a teacher of young children. At first I thought they knew each other, but when the older woman started talking in what sounded like an Eastern European language to the couple on the adjacent seats, it became apparent that they did not and had perhaps just got into conversation on the bus.

After a noticeable pause, the older woman resumed conversation in English with the Muslim woman. She asked her what she had studied (she replied that she had done business studies, with, I think, a master’s in accounting). But when asked if she was working, the Muslim woman, who had previously seemed calm and relaxed, began to look troubled. I could only hear snippets of what she said: she couldn’t work because of her mental state. ‘I’m a refugee,’ she said. Then something about ‘I thought he would marry me …’, that the accommodation she was currently living in, provided by the council, was ‘unsafe’, and that she often preferred to stay in her room out of fear. She wanted to move, she said. She spoke with what sounded like an Indian accent, so I wondered if she came from Afghanistan.

At this point, at Newington Green, the older woman and her two friends got off the bus. The young woman then curled up in her seat and went to sleep, and she was still there when I got off in Harringay Green Lanes. I am guessing she must live somewhere in Tottenham or Northumberland Park. I felt so sorry for her.

[schattenmitternacht]

Sometimes I surprise myself with how I react to bad news.

[tolgagulen]

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[catherineamelda]

Can't Move On 😍😂 The Most Dynamic Live Recording Concert @Planetshakers & @soundofpraiseofficial #AIMLOVED 🎉💃🏼❤️ #thankyouisnotenough #gratefulheart #thankyouJesus for #amazingnight #highlights #LiveRecordingConcert #SoundofPraise #Planetshakers #liveconcert #2018 #SOPliveconcert2018 #cathstory #07082018 #catherineamelda (at SSCC Ballroom Supermall Pakuwon Indah) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmP6Md6hw3p/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3zri91nmqlfv

[princesswindsor-blog1]

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[sognidirock-n-roll]

so cose che non ammetterai mai, ma so che le sai anche tu

[musicfromtime-blog]

Muchas veces, te sientes perdido. Tanto, que, en muchas de estas ocasiones, no nos damos cuenta de que tenemos a personas maravillosas alrededor, que nos sonríen y nos mantienen yendo hacia un nuevo día, que escuchan tus problemas, aún teniendo los suyos propios, y te apoyan, aunque a veces sean ellos los que necesitan el apoyo más grande. Gracias a #padthaiwoksevilla por su impresionante comida tailandesa, y a @voicemynature , @cristiashe y @sgomfive por su maravillosa amistad! Os quiero! #gaysevilla #gayboy #gaysinger #singerlife #yesterdaymemory #friendslove❤️ #nightlifestyle #goingtoeatthaifood #lovefoodhatewaste #myfriendsandhisthings #lovemyfriends❤️ #beautifulnight #lotoflearning #memories💕 #brilliantnight #oleyo #singerdiary #nozomidiary #07082018 #diariodeuncantante (en Prado de San Sebastián)

[nvavpv]

Стилёво

“Ловила на губы, ловила на глазки, поймала - не отпускает, обнимает и ласкает” 

Вечер. Санаторий “Марциальные воды”. Я пью отвратительный кофе и наблюдаю, как отдыхающие мужчины играют в бильярд. На фоне звучит музыка из “девяностых” и “нулевых”. На мне спортивки, кроссовки и старая мастерка от спортивного костюма Адидас. Стилёво? Ну уж точно невероятно атмос��ерно. 

В соседнем помещении женщины поют в караоке, через час начнётся дискотека. Пытаюсь собрать мысли в кучу, не получается.

Кажется, я снова попала на огромную любовь. 

“Сто дней до приказа, сто дней час за часом ждут солдаты сладких снов, ждут девчонки пацанов” 

Доносится из дискотечного зала. Кофе сменила на зеленый чай. Начали подтягиваться отдыхающие женщины, элегантно попивают вино и едят мороженное. Накладные шиньоны. Огоньки на полу. Стилёво? И снова невероятно атмосферно. 

“Без тебя, без тебя всё не нужным стало сразу без тебя, от заката до рассвета без тебя, как нужна ты мне, любимая моя” 

Женщины качают головой в такт. Даже я невольно постукиваю ногой по полу, потому что и сама живу, как сердце скажет. Не уверена, но по ходу дела все мы немного Стас Михайлов. 

В последнее время я всё чаще думаю о своём будущем. Отпуск это как раз то время, когда мозг отключается от бесполезной гонки и вяло перерабатывает произошедшее за год. 

“Ты просто начни сначала, не думай о том, что было, любви на земле немало” 

Что стоит начать сначала?  

Если быть честной, то сначала начинать не хочется. А зачем?

Даже начиная с чистого листа, ты возьмёшь с собой одну очень важную штуковину: себя. А себя не обнулишь. Амнезия не считается. Не-а. 

Женщины под винишком взрывают танцпол. Играют хиты Ретро ФМ, я подпеваю им вполголоса. Плотное ощущение, что я переместилась на машине времени. Может, люди за этим и ездят в санатории? Лечиться и собираться с мыслями для дураков, окунуться в молодость - вот наш выбор. Женщины вскрикивают, мужчины пляшут классические энергосберегающие танцы. Группа Комбинация. Один из мужчин, игравших в бильярд, пьян в щепки, второй покинул заведение. Стилёво? ��равильно, атмосферно. 

Мне кажется, что я выбрала отличное место для принятия окончательных решений. 

За окном виднеется любимый лес и чистый воздух.  

Я чувствую себя живой. 

Скажу честно, я не знаю, что это: атмосфера, Карелия или хвойные ванны, но вера в себя, привезенная с собой в туристическом рюкзаке с Территории смыслов, укрепляется с каждым часом. 

Знаете, кажется, пришло время составлять планы на год. 

“Ещё совсем малюсенькие ножки” 

Лирика. Нежность. Атмосферность. 

Я всё ещё постукиваю совсем не малюсенькой ножкой. 

А может к чертям эту статусность, захлопнуть ноутбук и пойти танцевать среди женщин в шиньонах, мужчин в летних штанах и детей? 

Кажется, не сегодня. Сегодня слишком стилёво. 

Обнимаю вас сквозь тысячу разделяющих нас вёрст.

“В голове моей туманы!”

Доставайте мастерочки и бегите танцевать! 

Не надо стесняться.

07082018

[tolgagulen]

Bu iki fıstık bahçeye geldiğimde asmaların altında keyif yapıyorlardı; sohbetlerine ilişmeden duramadım... 👍😉❤️ #07082018 #Fistik #Babaanne #Sohbet #MakbuleTeyze #Komsu (Istanbul, Turkey)

[catherineamelda]

Paslms 117:1) O praise the LORD, all ye nations: praise him, all ye people. . . The Most Dynamic Live Recording Concert Planetshakers & Sound Of Praise #AIMLOVED 🎉💃🏼❤️ • • • #thankyouisnotenough #gratefulheart #thankyouJesus for #amazingnight #highlights from @soundofpraiseofficial & @planetshakers #LiveRecordingConcert #SoundofPraise #Planetshakers #liveconcert #2018 #SOPliveconcert2018 #andricathy #andricathyjourney #thankyouhubby #blessedmoments #praiseworship #patnerlife #07082018 #catherineamelda #cathstory (at SSCC Ballroom Supermall Pakuwon Indah) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmPygwcBW4X/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=b2kiuxkhrrzv

[amiel-la]

07082018

Spontaneous trip to a museum because work was just around the corner.

[poisonyeppuda]

07082018 (at Dasmariñas, Cavite) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBPfESYlqX_/?igshid=myxu0tjcvgm1

[pajeczasz-blog]

[hogbu]

Géométrie dans l'espace par boris drenec Via Flickr : 07082018-P8070082